Strange

I gave up the word “strange” for several weeks. No more strange persons. No more strange situations. I found that I used the word to dismiss things, but more importantly, I discovered that I used the word to hide what I truly felt about something. Over the last few weeks, in the space of strange I gradually began to ask myself what is strange, how do I feel about what I would normally call strange. Behind the word was often an unspoken hurt or fear I didn’t want to experience. Somehow the word strange sanitized an experience and made it manageable. Now, my fears and anxieties are becoming clearer, and as a result, I feel I am moving towards new life. Seeing the world through my eyes. Seeing myself more clearly. Opening myself to God’s presence…and the realization of my need. Aaagh! …And I give God thanks.